Holm spotted Diarrando and immediately waved his hand to him not to get too close, and he wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, bubbles erupted, and it seemed that he was about to drown.

Diarlando quickly sped up and swam over, it stands to reason that the water here looks like water, but it doesn't cause suffocation, because everything is actually just a façade, just a void created by the magic of the dragon.

Holm struggled for a while, and seemed to realize that he couldn't drown, and then curiously opened his mouth and shut up a few bubbles, but still couldn't speak underwater. When Dearlando approached, he pushed him out violently, shaking his hand and signaling Dearlando not to approach.

Diarrando could only ask Weishenme with a gesture. Holm gestured to the soft marshmallow thing he had trapped in, and then swallowed it again, meaning that it would swallow something that came close.

Most of this kung fu Holm had been swallowed by this skill, and he was trapped in that mass of affairs from the chest down, but it didn't seem to be painful, but he couldn't break free. Dearlando cautiously swam over, keeping an eye out for the white thing, and poked the surface of the thing with his hand. It was a little warm to the touch, smooth and bouncy, and it was clear that it didn't mean to attack Dierlando, but only squirmed slightly and was determined to swallow Holm.

Once again, a huge shadow appeared underwater, vaguely in the shape of a dragon, moving so fast that Dearrando estimated it to be almost the size of a dragon. The flickering of light under the water became more and more frequent, and intuition told Diarlando that it seemed that something was coming, and there was no time.

Pulling out the invisible dagger, Diarrando stretched out his hand to make a little space between Holm and the white dough, and despite Holm's obstruction, he cut the thing open at once, and the cut surface rolled up like a squid, and no liquid flowed out, as if it was not a creature at all.

He dragged Holm out as he cut, and soon Dearrando dug him out, then pointed to the water and motioned for Holm to hurry up. Then Deirrando turned around and continued to drill into the inside of the mass, after all, Vinny was still outside, and it would not be good if he was eaten by some Consciousness Guardian.

Holm had wanted to stay by and help Diarlandor, but he found that as soon as he approached the white mass, it stretched out in his direction, and seemed to want to swallow himself, so he had to swim to the surface. In fact, being wrapped in that mass is not painful at all, but there is a feeling of warmth and relaxation, and a comfortable suction comes from all directions, as if it sucks away all the tiredness and sadness in the body.

Recently, according to the requirements of the white stork, Holm has taken care of more and more miniature shijie, because the light and maturity time required by each shijie are different, and Holm is afraid of accidentally missing the opportunity and wasting those precious cultivation balls, so he is completely sleepless. But even so, there will still be a lot of shijie who die suddenly before they develop well. Watching the vibrant creatures inside be destroyed in an instant always made Holm feel sad.

When the storm struck, the stork told him and Winnie to go into the water to investigate, only to find that the slender passage that had been extending into the depths of the ocean was broken, and as they swam out to try to reconnect the disconnected parts, the white balls slowly floated up from the bottom of the water, and then blocked the mouth of the passage, not only keeping Winnie out, but also swallowing himself who tried to push it away.

Holm swam towards the water, and wherever he passed, the white matter clinging to the outer walls would try to get close to him, flattening his form and trying to envelop the entire passage. Gradually, Holm could conclude that these things were coming for him. Thinking of this, Holm immediately went swimming again, and had to tell Diarlando about it.

Dearlando moved quickly, and had already cut through the mass of things blocking the passage and swam into the water outside, which was supposed to be Riceth's sea of consciousness, but it didn't seem to be anything special. When Winnie saw Diarlando coming out, he immediately came up, he could communicate with consciousness and could speak underwater.

(There is a black dragon below, and the white one is looking for Holm)

Deirlando looked puzzled, not understanding that Weishenme was going to be eyeing Holm. Winnie explained succinctly: (He has a strange smell in his soul.) ）

Diarrando immediately understood that Home's soul was cursed, although the young dragon was purified when swallowing, it may not be complete, maybe it was because of the dark existence in Home's soul that the dragon's defense mechanism felt an abnormal invasion.

The only thing left is to wait until the Guardians are appeased, and then find a way to solve Home's curse. Dearlando patted Vinny's chin as he made his decision, motioning for it to burrow back from where it had just been cut. But when he looked up, he found that Holm, who was supposed to be leaving, swam back and actively burrowed into the white mass.

Completely enveloping the target, the mass of the object automatically detached itself from the passage and began to sink to the bottom of the sea. Dearlando tried to hold on, but there was no place for the smooth, unraised mass to focus on. Winnie swam underneath the thing to resist it, but the seemingly light mass couldn't resist even Winnie's huge liliang, and they still fell straight down in the surging water.

In the next second, a violent white light poured out from the depths of the ocean floor to the surface, forcing everyone to close their eyes. Diarlando felt the strong thrust in his face, and he couldn't help but be pushed up hard.

With a loud bang, he has been ejected from the water, and the originally stormy shijie has become a wind and sun at the moment, but this time he appeared outside his spiritual shijie. Diarlandor looked left and right, and there was no Winnie or the white dough that had wrapped Holm.

Hurriedly swept the surrounding shijie, the upward momentum had begun to weaken, and it looked like it was about to fall back into the water again. Dearrando tried to float himself, but failed, falling back into the water. Before he could catch his breath in the water, a huge object rose from the bottom of the water and lifted him out of the water in an instant.

The sea water fell from the dark and shiny scales in all directions, the sound of the water was deafening, and a huge land-like thing rose from the bottom of the sea, and the accelerating Liliang pressed Diarrando to the ground and couldn't move, until the thing below him stopped rising before he could get up and see what had happened to the bottom.

A pair of blood-red eyes first came into view, and the huge head of the dragon, like a rugged mountain, stood in front of Deirlando. And the one at his feet is obviously another identical head. The only way to distinguish between the two heads is that the one on the opposite side has three black and purple corners, while the one on the other side has only two. Dearlando was standing right in the groove between the two corners.

“...... Namuanto?" Diarlando said the Dharma name of the Demon Dragon King in disbelief, this is his ultimate opponent, Weishenme will appear in the sea of Riceth's spirit?

As he approached his target, Tata jumped off his mount, threw out some sentries, and devoured the exhausted mules, while he cautiously approached the inconspicuous carriage parked among the five trees.

The scattered flesh quickly reconnoitred the situation in the vicinity, and a large group of people and animals were resting lazily in the distance from the carriage, because of the scorching heat. If there is any fighting here, it is estimated that the sound will not reach that side. But none of the sentinels could get close to the carriage, and it felt like they were telling themselves that their target was inside the carriage, but there seemed to be an invisible wall that their clones couldn't pass through.

The curtain of the carriage suddenly opened, and a tall, thin figure dressed in gray jumped out of it, and at a glance looked in the direction where he was most staying, as if he could recognize himself. Curious, Tata came out from behind the hidden tree, looked directly at the mage face to face and asked, "Who are you?"

Fayle had only sensed the slightest touch on the defensive net, and from what he knew about Ficalen, it was most likely that the opponent this time would be the Thousand Worms, a magically modified creature that microscopicly disassembles a cluster of creatures and then highly blends them into a human form to unify them. The spiritual poison gas of Sweet Dream Tincture is one of the signature weapons of the Thousand Worms.

However, the modification of this creature has been constantly changing the formula in failure, and all the Shiyan products that Fayl has seen before are shiyan products that cannot maintain a single form for a long time. The most successful one in the hands of Fei Keren has maintained intellectual consciousness for less than a year. It seems that eventually the low-level consciousness of the bug will always take over, and thus it will not be able to maintain the human form and continue to accept the advanced orders of the maker.

Fayl looked at the woman who had emerged from behind the bushes, a beauty by human standards, her skin was especially white and smooth, shimmering with a watery sheen. It's a pity that the short black hair, which is almost erect, spoils the feminine feeling brought by the goose egg face. The dark red eyes in the shape of apricots, with very large pupils, the whites of which can barely be seen, are probably the closest thing to insects on her body. The semi-dry travel clothes were attached to her body, outlining delicate curves, and a slender dagger was held in her white hand, as steady as a rock.

"Who are you?" Fayle asked unhurriedly, tucking his hands into his sleeves, clutching the bronze bone staff and the scroll of instantaneous hair.

Time was the most needed treasure, and he didn't mind being a super verbose host to entertain this terrible uninvited guest.

Oops, it's still late, I'm sorry~ But I saw a super happy thing today. Dean, the prototype of the protagonist of my story, will change dramatically in the future plot, and I don't know if it is cursed or blackened, and his right eye will turn blood red. Although the color is different, it's also like I'm grabbing the stalk in front of the official.,hahahaha,I'm so happy.。